The Entire Point Of Life Is To Be Silly, Kind, And Really Weird Btw.

I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache

life just goes on no matter what

i think it shld be more widespread for ppl to read aloud to each other as a means of spending time together. like even just a bunch of adults sitting together reading wikipedia articles or something

in my documence. straight up “writing it”. and by “it”, haha, let’s justr say. Words certainly

must a fictional relationship be “healthy” or “functional”? is it not enough to simply watch two made up people destroy each other, hand in unlovable hand???

help me i managed to get her phone help me please im in a basement i haven’t had food in weeks and the last person that was in here was taken away i haven’t seen them since. that was months ago please help before she takes me away too please

hormonal remus is me, i fear

i don’t lose hyperfixations they just go dormant until I hear something about it like a sleeper agent

I see a lot of ‘cis’ women say they wish they were androgynous in the way men were or they wish they were pretty in the way men were. This is your sign to go try to do that. You may find you enjoy being an androgynous woman. You may find you no longer identify as a woman. You may find you don’t like androgyny. You will not know until you try. Cut your hair if you’ve always wanted to but have been afraid to. Shop in the men’s section if you’ve been too nervous to. Wear clothing with an androgynous  silhouette. Experiment with binding, take baby steps with compression bras if you want. Wear unisex scents. Live life. Try things you want to try. A lot of cis women do not understand the joys of mens pants and mens deodorant. I think everyone should try both of those things.

everyone shut the fuck up i’m trying to focus on my diabolical homosexual thoughts

Oumota Week Day 7: constellations | destruction | hope + free prompt!

I can’t see the word “constellations” and NOT think of the Oh Hellos song!